I had to change my diet after realizing how many lives were wastefully destroyed for the sake of my simple meals. The horror. The GUILT! I couldn’t take it anymore. No life, no matter how insignificant, should be sacrificed for my table. I’ll change my habits. I’m changing my habits. I’ve changed my habits. But I still have nightmares. Heavy thoughts of heavy machinery, plucking, picking, sheering. Those poor insects! Those poor mice! How could I be so blind to the tractor’s destruction. Billions of lives reaped with each harvest! No sir! No more vegetables for me. VEGAN NO MORE!

A story doesn't have to have be happy, to gain happiness from a story.

Oh goddess, there's a little yellow man following me everywhere I go!As children flock to their deranged god, his great purple lips flap open. I love you and You love me. We're a happy family.
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I have to confess, this drabble was inspired from knowing someone once who claimed to be a vegan strictly for "health reasons." But then refused to eat honey, despite its health benefits, because bees get smashed when collecting it. Their justification confuses me still today, years later.

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A story doesn't have to have be happy, to gain happiness from a story.